Monday, July 2, 2012

With Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

--Emily Dickinson


Michelle said...


TheChieftess said...

what a cutie!!!

Jason said...

Wtf? Who has ducks? Very cute.

Barbara said...

What a fluffy nice baby duck. And its liver is safe in California.

Laurie said...

I wanted to take this duckling home.